#QuinObi Week

[ninjigma]

QuinObi Week Part 2/5 - First / Next

Day 2: Knighthood/Raising Padawans Track: 'How Bad We Need Each Other' - Marc Scibilia (Spotify / YouTube)

"I'll grab the bags." "And I will grab the Padawans." "But they're already-" The sound of excited squealing from Aayla and Anakin echoed throughout the halls, Obi-Wan unable to stop his own laughter from joining in and Quinlan smiling broadly at seeing the joy return to his friends face.

Kind of just a fun moment for the group, one of their first missions all together, pretty early on in Anakin's journey to become a Jedi. I have a whole little fic thought up for this that I am so sad I didn't get the chance to write but it is the one I am most tempted to work on and publish later anyhow, because it is just an all around bit of fun for the little family XD

Enjoy!

@quinobiweek

[quinobiweek]

These lads are wishing everyone a happy QuinObi week!

[wackusbonkus22]

Order 66 fix it. Can't get enough of thos. Also victory hugs/kisses are always the way to go.

For @quinobiweek prompt: post order 66

[coruscantrhapsody]

Look: in honor of QuinObi week (go check out quinobiweek.tumblr.com!), here are the lads enjoying a maple French toast latte.

(Fyi these lads live in my purse and come everywhere w me.)

[fanfic-phoenix]

QuinObi Week 2023, Day 2 - Knighthood

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 358

Read on AO3

“You drunk yet?”

“So drunk,” Obi-Wan assured him.

Obi-Wan’s head had flopped, heavy, on Quinlan’s shoulder about twenty minutes ago.  Quinlan kissed it.  “You drunk yet?”

“So drunk,” Obi-Wan assured him.

“Good.” 

Obi-Wan’s drunkenness was, of course, the aim of the night.  A knighting celebration was an occasion for great drunkenness and - though belated, given the circumstances - this was a knighting celebration.

“You drunk?”

“Tipsy,” Quinlan said.  He’d decided that one of them should be sober enough to get them back to the Temple.

Obi-Wan hummed.  The vibrations of it thrummed through Quinlan’s neck and he shivered.  “Gonna drink more?”

“Not right now.”

“Dance with me, then.”

Sober, Obi-Wan was an expert in court dances, the sort of things used in negotiations and peace treaties and celebrations, danced with and judged by senators and royals used to looking down their noses at Jedi visitors.  Less than sober, he was apparently content to cling very close to Quinlan’s chest and sway, just about in time to the music.

“I’ve missed you,” Obi-Wan said.  So quiet, Quinlan barely heard him over the noise of the club.

“I’ve been right here,” he said.  Not…  Not stung, exactly, but perhaps aching a little.

Obi-Wan hummed again.  He did that a lot when he was drinking, always had, as if the introduction of booze to brain cells slowed everything down, made it harder for that magnificent mouth of his to start running.  “I haven’t.”

Oh.

He didn’t ask where he’d been - or rather, where Obi-Wan’s mind had been.  Where his heart had been.  There was an empty place in both their vocabularies, recently, where the word Naboo had once been, and Quinlan wasn’t about to broach it now.  Later he would.  Tomorrow, after Obi-Wan shook off the hangover but before he picked up Anakin.

Right now, he held Obi-Wan tight and kept swaying.

“You know I’ll always wait for you, right?” Quinlan said, realising at the last moment that maybe he’d drank more than he realised, because it was about as clear as a Tatooian sandstorm.  “To come back to me, I mean.”

Obi-Wan smiled, syrupy slow, against Quinlan’s collar, fingers playing absently with the edge of his vest.  “I know.”

Tagging: @quinobiweek

[kcrabb88]

I Never Did Enjoy Hanging Out With You: A QuinObi Playlist

Listen Here!

With A Little Help From My Friends by The Beatles / Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon / Kick Drum Heart by The Avett Brothers / Fearless by Taylor Swift / Talk by Hozier / End Up Here by 5 Seconds of Summer / Sleeping with a Friend by Neon Trees / Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious by The Amazing Devil / Never Look Away by Vienna Teng / Laughter Lines by Bastille / Right in Time by Lucinda Williams / Who We Are by Hozier

A Case of You by James Blake / The Way I Tend to Be by Frank Turner / Not Yet & Love Run by The Amazing Devil / I Want to Hold Your Hand by Chester See / I, Carrion by Hozier / Change of Time by Josh Ritter / Collide by Howie Day / The Magic Position by Patrick Wolf / Come On Get Higher by Matt Nathanson / Sunlight by Hozier / Fair by The Amazing Devil / Dancing in the Moonlight by King Harvest / House by Patrick Wolf / We Belong by Pat Benatar / Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer / Ain't No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terell

(This kind of loosely follows the trail of Padawans with crushes to FWB to longing angst and other loves while still being in love in their weird way to commitment of my Shoulder the Sky/Whispers From the Dead fix-it verse and its backstory, but can be enjoyed for QuinObi generally too!)

[palfriendpatine66]

WIP Wednesday: QuinObi Week Edition

From my not yet named work for the prompt “raising padawans”

“Master!” Anakin cried as he skittered into Obi-Wan’s quarters, nearly bouncing off the wall in his excitement. “Obi-Wan, guess what!?” he shouted as his master sprang back from the couch he was leaning against, knocking into Quinlan Vos who was adjusting his robes in exasperation at the sudden intrusion. “Guess what!”

Obi-Wan cleared his throat several times as Anakin jumped up and down on the couch, finally getting the hint and shooting an apologetic grin to Obi-Wan who was running his hands through his hair and slid into a seated position.

Sorry master,” Anakin threw out with a grin, knowing he wasn’t really in any trouble by the way Obi-Wan hid his face with his hands instead of fixing him with a hard look that made him want to hide under a rock. “But guess what!?”

“I’m sure I don’t know,” Obi-Wan sighed, moving away from the other Jedi to sit next to Anakin on the couch, pulling a pillow into his lap. Anakin gladly flopped onto it, dangling his legs sideways over the arm and grinning up at his master’s upside down face.

“I was in the flight simulator, like you told me, and Pilot Garen Muln saw me and said he would take me out in his ship! Isn’t that wizard?”

Obi-Wan winced at his loud volume and Quinlan scoffed, his back to the couch, his head resting on the wall. Anakin didn’t know what his problem was, and he didn’t really care, especially when Obi-Wan’s hand rested in Anakin’s hair. “Did he now?”

“Mhmm,” Anakin was content as Obi-Wan’s hand passed over his braid. He would keep talking even if it meant giving up some of his precious flying time if he could stay like this.

“He asked where you were, because he hadn’t seen you since his last mission.” Anakin gladly chose to ignore the grunt of dissatisfaction from Knight Vos when Obi-Wan motioned with his hand to indicate he should continue.

“So I told him you were studying with Knight Vos - hey wait!” Anakin broke off and sat up so he could look his master in the face right side up. “I thought you were supposed to be studying with Knight Vos.”

Obi-Wan’s hand passed over the stubble that now covered his jaw. Anakin wondered when he would be able to grow a beard just like Obi-Wan’s. “Ah, yes.” Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “And we will be. Quinlan was…just helping me stretch my back.”

Anakin leapt to his feet in alarm. “What’s wrong with your back?” he demanded. “If you’re injured shouldn’t you-“

“Nothing is wrong with my back, padawan mine,” Obi-Wan assured soothingly, his hands patting the air in a calm down gesture. “I’m just old, remember?”

[kenobster]

In Sickness and in Health

Characters: Obi-Wan, Anakin, Quinlan, Aayla Note: This can be read as gen or ObiQuin.

Tags: Domestic fluff; Padawan Anakin; Padawan Aayla; a little bit of depression; a little bit of anxiety; brief, canonical mentions of slavery; some cuddling; and a whole lot of cute <3

Summary: Since arriving at the Temple, Anakin has become wary of strangers. Obi-Wan has been trying to nudge Anakin out of his shell and help him make new friends, and luckily for him, Quinlan and his Padawan Aayla are scheming to ensure all his effort pays off.

Notes: I wrote for @kcrabb88 's months-ago birthday and day 2 of @quinobiweek! It's far from the best thing I've ever written (mayhaps, it is even the most lackluster thing I've written in 10 years), but it is fluffy and cute and I hope you all enjoy it! :D

As he sets the table for dinner, Anakin dreams of running off and concealing himself in some distant nook or cranny. In his fantasy, Obi-Wan scours the halls of the Temple in a search that lasts hours. His Master’s face is stricken with panic when Anakin finally allows himself to be found—and there are no punishments, no scoldings, no beatings. In his fantasy, he’s enveloped in his Master’s arms, and they exchange promises—that all will be forgiven and that Anakin will never cause such worry again. In his fantasy, they have a midnight dinner, and his Master agrees to sleep on the floor in his room, and they spend the entire evening alone. Just them. No one else.

[read the rest on Ao3]

[miserableandmagical94]

Intimacy (E)

Five time Quinlan Vos blew Obi-Wan's mind.

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@quinobiweek Day One: Padawan years

[obiscribbles]

Week 49 - March 3rd, 2024 'Icee Pop' - Nic D Spotify / YouTube

So...... it was supposed to be just Obi-Wan with a popsicle but then I started working on some other pieces and this just... morphed XD but I regret nothing.

Especially as I have actually been inspired to write a little piece for this hehehe.

Enjoy~

[subobi]

SubObi Week #7 - Masterlist

Our AO3 Collection • Previous Weeks’ Masterlists

If your submission isn’t included here, please let me know!

**Note that warnings and ratings are not included on this list. Please take time to read the tags on the work itself.**

Submissions:

Day 1 - Virgin Obi-Wan

1 - Virgin Obi-Wan by Bittodeath - JangObi, JastObi

Better Relations by Siderea - JangObi

cold dark earth by inasinara - Codywan, Obi-Wan/OMC

Take Away My Braid by TheShinyLizard - Jangobi

Day 2 - Hades & Persephone AU

hold your breath, dim the lights by Sidrea - Obidala

Truly Appeal by wanderingjedihistorian - AlphObiCody

Day 3 - Dubious Consent

3 - Dubious Consent by Bittodeath - Obikin

here for your entertainment by Siderea - Codywan

Like Natured Intended by TheShinyLizard, wanderingjedihistorian - Codywan, ObiClones

what the body needs by aspec_erotica_connoisseur - QuinObi

Day 4 - Bondage/Restraints/Spreader Bars

4 - Restraints/Spreader Bars by Bittodeath - Group

An Exercise in Patience by wanderingjedihistorian - Codywan

loosen these knots by aspec_erotica_connoisseur - QuinObi

no light, no light by wrennette - ObiDooku

play him like a violin by Siderea - RexObi

Day 5 - Soulmates AU

5 - Soulmates by Bittodeath - ObiVizsla

dream to me (feeling it even more) by Siderea - JastObi

So Loyal by wanderingjedihistorian - JangObi

Day 6 - Lingerie/Jewelry/Leia Slave Outfit

6 - Lingerie/Jewelry by Bittodeath - Codywan

Attention by wanderingjedihistorian - JangObi

bad (but i'm perfectly good at it) by Siderea - JangObi

most precious possession by aspec_erotica_connoisseur - JangObi

The Lingerie Approval Board by kartaylirnaak - ObiClones, Codywan

Treasure Is In The Eye Of The Beholder by FearMy Pencil - One Piece Crossover Pairing

When You Desire Me Most by TheShinyLizard -JangObi

Day 7 - Soft Cock/Small Cock

7 - Small cock / Dry Humping by Bittodeath - KalObi

body, betrayal by aspec_erotica_connoisseur - JangObi

filling by wrennette - BailObiBreha

in the palm of his hand by Siderea - WolffeObi

Day 8 - Bonus Free Day/Floating Prompts

2 - Stuck in a wall by Bittodeath - Group

Finding His Gold Oasis by TheShinyLizard - Codywan, ObiClones

no way out by aspec_erotica_connoisseur - Obi-Wan/OMC

satiated by aspec_erotica_connoisseur - DexObi

swallow the sound (it swallows me whole) by Siderea - JangObi

sweeter than heaven / hotter than hell by Siderea - JangObi

[ninjigma]

QuinObi Week Part 1/5 - Next

Day 1: Padawan Years Track: 'Only Place I Call Home' - Every Avenue (Spotify / YouTube)

Obi-Wan used to read the books out loud to Quinlan, to help him focus. But sometimes both of them couldn't help but steal a quick nap. And with how hectic things could be in their lives, the safety and comfort of the Jedi archives gives them the best rest.

Enjoy!

@quinobiweek

[quinobiweek]

QuinObi Fic Rec List

QuinObi week isn't until October, but I thought I'd get everyone's inspiration warmed up by sharing some of my favorite fics. This list is not exhaustive at all, just a starter, but I hope you'll enjoy!

Reach For My Hand by jelucan: Quinlan was presumed dead but it turns out he wasn't. He and Obi-Wan wander through Coruscant and have feelings. This is one of my personal fave fics for these two.

On Your Best Behavior by wanderingjedihistorian: Obi-Wan and Quinlan accidentally get married on a mission. Why not have a wedding night?

Shaking From Holding You Back by @ashinaburrito: Obi-Wan rips Tarkin a new one when he's rude to Cody, and Quinlan thinks that's hot. Smut ensues in a closet.

Counting to Coruscant by @fanfic-phoenix. This whole series is WONDERFUL and has everything from Padawan Obi-Wan and Quinlan to their lives during the war (and the moments of romance they're able to snag) to the aftermath of Rako Hardeen. Super super recommend!

Red and Orange Beacons Go Forth by @ashinaburrito: Quinlan gets caught in a psychometric vision and Aayla calls Obi-Wan for help.

Betrayal by @brachiosaurus-on: Obi-Wan and Quinlan reunite in the OWK show era. Beautiful, Beatiful fic.

Ride Around the Moon for a Velvet Kiss by blackkat: Snarky and wonderfully in character smut set during the Clone Wars.

Stumbling on the Way Home by CapGirlCanuck: a comics based one-shot that pays homage to Obi-Wan and Quinlan's long friendship. Lovely.

Liability by KCKenobi: Quinlan takes care of Obi-Wan after Qui-Gon's death.

I'm going to be annoying and include a few of my own QuinObi fics (there are many because I love these two but I won't list them all):

Shoulder the Sky Verse: My RoTS Fix-It verse, including the initial RoTS AU of the same name, and it's sequel, Whispers from the Dead, as well as several one-shots. STS features QuinObi friends-with-benefits-to-exclusivity and WFTD has them in a committed relationship (and said relationship is a big part of the fic).

Always a Little in Love: Post-Geonosis. Quinlan bursts into Obi-Wan's room to yell at him for almost getting killed. Obi-Wan wants to forget about the war in it's infancy. Feelsy smut ensues.

A Crack Down the Heart: Quinlan races home from the Outer Rim after Qui-Gon's death.

I Want to Witness the Beauty of Your Repair: Set in my Shoulder the Sky Verse can be read alone. With Palpatine dead and the war over, Obi-Wan and Quinlan commit to each other. Smut with feelings.

[wackusbonkus22]

He just needs a break poor guy.

For @quinobiweek promt: knighthood

[coruscantrhapsody]

Written for QuinObi Week Day 1: Padawan years!

[fanfic-phoenix]

QuinObi Week 2023, Day 5 - Author!AU

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 910

Read on AO3

“Correct.”  Obi-Wan’s smile turned into a grin, and he held out a… something.  “Have a torch.”

“How do you think they’ve set us up?”

The man at the table next to Quinlan’s startled, head jerking as if coming out of a trance.  It was dull enough right now to put anyone to sleep, but Quinlan still felt a slight flash of guilt.

“Sorry?” said the man.

“It’s not by genre.”  Quinlan gestured to his own noir-style detective/spy fare, and then to the man’s own grisly looking covers.

The man smiled.  “Assuredly not.  Perhaps alphabetically?”

“Vos, Quinlan,” he said.

“Ah.  Kenobi, Ben.  Or rather, Obi-Wan.”  Ben or rather Obi-Wan smiled.  “If you can guess which is the pen name, you can have one of the very strange merchandise… things that Mr Palpatine has lumbered me with.”

“Ben.”

“Correct.”  Obi-Wan’s smile turned into a grin, and he held out a… something.  “Have a torch.”

Quinlan took it, inspected it, and raised an eyebrow.  “Is it plot relevant?”

“No.  Not a single torch is mentioned.  I was trying my hand at Sci-Fi; everything’s bioluminescent.”

He clicked the button a few times.  “Does it even work?”

“I don’t think so.  I haven’t managed it.”

“Wow.”

“Indeed.”

Republic Books was underfunded, even by Indie standards, but this was rather pushing it.  Quinlan shook his head.  “Honestly, sometimes I think he wants us to fail.”

Obi-Wan hummed.  “I confess he’s never seemed particularly enthusiastic about books.  Or writing.  Or people.”

“Or anything.”

They both laughed, a little hollow, and glanced as one to the clock.

“I’m scheduled for another six hours,” Quinlan said.

“I’m afraid I am, too.”  Obi-Wan sighed, stretched his neck until it popped.  “My brother is bringing coffee in one hour.”

“My sister’s doing the same.  And some biscuits.”

Obi-Wan nodded appreciatively.  “Very wise.  I take it this isn’t your first rodeo?”

“No,” he said.  “The third.  Maybe fourth.  You?”  He dismissed his next line as too much, then said it anyway.  “I’d definitely remember seeing you here.”

“Flatterer,” Obi-Wan said.  He did not sound disapproving.  “This is my first.  I’ve been able to beg off on account of my father before.  He was ill, but now he’s better.”

“You could lie.”

“I could,” Obi-Wan said, “but then I wouldn’t have been here to talk to you, and that would be a shame.”

“Flatterer,” Quinlan said.

Time ticked on.  Visitors were few and far between, and usually more interested in the other authors scattered about the hall.

“Master Yoda has a new philosophy book out,” Obi-Wan said as another three people walked by without acknowledging either of them.  “I imagine most people are here for him.”

“Maybe,” Quinlan said.  “But I think Mace Windu has a new play.”

“Mace has a play out?”  Obi-Wan tutted.  “He might have told me.”

“You know him?”

“Since childhood; he’s friends with my father.”

“Nice.”  Quinlan may or may not have been a dedicated follower of Mace Windu’s work and may or may not have owned a copy of every play, but he wasn’t going to admit it now, when he was fairly sure he was flirting.  Semi-successfully, too.  “Do you want to swap books?”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.

“We both have plenty spare.”

“True.”  He seemed to be considering it.  “Alright.”

Obi-Wan’s book was good.  Very good.  It had an easy sort of prose Quinlan would ordinarily race through, and the descriptions were vivid without lagging.  The problem, unfortunately, was that Ben Kenobi was a prolific and celebrated horror writer, and Quinlan Vos was allergic to horror.

He cleared his throat.  “It’s good.”

“Hm?”  Obi-Wan blinked at him, then smiled, focussing.  “Sorry.  I was just at the part where he discovers the true identity of the informant.”

Quinlan gaped.  “That’s almost halfway through.”

Obi-Wan blushed lightly.  “It’s compelling.  In fact I…”  He pursed his lips, then pushed on.  “I’m afraid I race through almost all of your books.”

“You what?”

“You heard me,” he said with a sniff.  “Anyway, I suggest we trade back.  I can see you flinching from here.”

“Sorry-”

“Don’t be.  I take utter fear as a complement.”  He smiled, as if to prove that he really wasn’t offended.  “I just don’t see the point in extending your suffering.”

“It is good,” he said, “but let’s get back to the fact I’m apparently sitting next to a super fan.”

Obi-Wan snorted.  “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“So you’re not a fan?”

Obi-Wan Kenobi - excellent writer, apparently not a super-fan, and Quinlan’s crush for all of forty minutes - flicked him a supremely dry look.  “If I take an early lunch and kiss you stupid for the twenty minutes it takes our siblings to bring coffee, will you hush about my literary tastes?”

Quinlan just about choked on his tongue.  “I-  Yes?  Yeah.  Definitely.”

“Wonderful.”  He placed an almost disturbingly cheerful Back Soon! sign on his table.  “Come on then.”

He hurried after him into the dark corner of the staircase behind the Staff Only banner.  “This is the first time anyone’s kissed me just to shut me up.”

“I’m kissing you because you’re hot and good company,” Obi-Wan corrected.  “Shutting you up is a side effect.”

“Oh,” he said.

“And if you’re amenable,” Obi-Wan continued, “I’ll take you to dinner once we’re no longer contractually obliged to remain in the building.”

“I’m amenable,” he said.

“Good.”  Obi-Wan nodded in a self-satisfied sort of way, and set to the business of kissing him silly.

It was, in Quinlan’s opinion, the best publicity event he’d ever been forced into.

Tagging: @quinobiweek

Thanks for a great week!!